Hold On To Me (Hawkeye Book 4)

by Sierra Cartwright

“Hold off a little longer.”

  She bit into her lower lip, and she moved her finger off her clit.

  “I didn’t give you permission to stop.”

  “But—”

  “Or to argue. You may want to do as you’re told before I change my mind about letting you have an orgasm at all.”

  In the mirror, her eyes pleaded with him. Delighting in the power of her obedience, he shook his head.

  “It’s pleasure.” She whimpered. “And pain.”

  Jacob severed the connection of their gazes to look in the mirror attached to the wall in front of him. “You’ve allowed your thighs to close.”

  When she moaned instead of correcting her error, he tugged on her nipples harshly before releasing them.

  “Oh! Oh! I’m going to come.”

  “My wonderful little sub enjoys a little nipple play? Good to know.” His use of the mirrors provided an added dimension. She was compelled to stare at him, but he was looking at her pussy. She couldn’t see him clearly enough to read his reactions. “But no orgasm yet.”

  “Ja-cob!”

  “You may want to do as I said. Show me your clit. Let me see how swollen it is, how needy it is. And did I say you could stop playing with it?”

  Elissa hiccupped a tiny cry. There was no artifice here, just pure feminine response to his dominance. Her abdominal muscles quivered as she parted her legs, then pulled back her pussy lips.

  “Move your right hand to your tummy and keep that pretty cunt on display.”

  Her clit was as swollen as he’d hoped. That she’d held off her orgasm as long as she had was probably nothing short of a miracle.

  Like a wolf, though, he was hungry for more. “It doesn’t look at all like you need to climax.”

  “What?”

  “You may continue.”

  She tore her gaze away from the mirror to look up at him.

  “Question, sub?”

  Color fled from her face, as if she realized what she’d done. “No! I mean, no, Sir.”

  Because she didn’t immediately correct her mistake, he slowly walked around to the far end of the bench. “Perhaps you need a little assistance.”

  “I’m sorry, Jacob.” Misery dripped from her words.

  “Nothing to apologize for.”

  “Does this mean… Are you going to let me come?”

  “If you were the Dominant, what would you do?”

  “That’s not a fair question.”

  “Is it not?” He slipped his forefinger inside her, then brushed her clit with the moisture. “Nevertheless, it’s one I’d like an answer to.”

  She curled her right hand into a tight fist.

  “Waiting.” Enjoying her ever-more frantic movements, he flattened the pad of his finger on her clit.

  “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  “Elissa? If you were me, what would you do to a submissive who can’t control herself?”

  “I guess…” She jerked her pelvis toward him, silently begging him to get her off. “I’d make her come multiple times.”

  “Forced orgasms until she couldn’t stand up or think?” Wily. He fought to suppress his grin. “You wouldn’t deny her entirely and keep her on the edge?”

  “No.” She panted. “Absolutely not.”

  “So you’d do this…” He inserted two fingers inside her.

  “Yes. Yes. That’s it.”

  “And this?” He eased out, then slid forward again with three digits, stretching her. “Are you watching in the mirror?”

  At his prompting, she turned her head to do as he said.

  “I want you to see my fingers in your pussy.”

  Her muscles began to clamp down on him. Helplessly she struggled to press herself against his hand as she sought relief. “Please, Sir. Please?”

  “You beg so pretty.” He moved, then teased the entrance to her tightest hole with one of his pussy-slickened fingers. “You’re getting so close to being rewarded.”

  “Oh God. I can’t, Jacob.” She jerked her hips in desperation. “I mean it. This is too much. Too, too much.”

  “You can. You can do this for me.”

  Tiny beads of sweat glistened on her chest. Had he ever pushed a submissive this far? And how much more could she—would she—take? Fuck, she was hot. Beyond amazing.

  “I’m going to come.”

  “Of course.” In the mirror, he captured her gaze. “In about a minute. Maybe two.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. This time, he let her get lost in her head. “Count, breathe, anything to distract yourself from what I’m going to do next.” Her body convulsed as he slowly finished inserting his finger into her ass.

  Elissa cried his name over and over. The sound echoed around the room, bringing him pure Dominant satisfaction. “Keep your labia spread, Elissa.”

  Her mouth parted, the only acknowledgment of his demand.

  Still finger-fucking both of her holes, he bent to eat her pussy.

  He filled her, consumed her.

  Then she screamed as her entire body went rigid and her juices drenched his hand.

  Before opening her eyes, she drank in long gulps of air. He eased his fingers out of her and helped her to move back a little on the bench so she could prop her feet on the siderail for support.

  “You’re even more beautiful when you come, Elissa.”

  She struggled to sit up, and he offered his forearm for leverage.

  “That was…” With a sigh, she wrapped her arms around her. “I’m actually no longer sure what day it is.”

  “Then my job here is done.”

  Her eyes widened. “Really?”

  He laughed. “Fear not. We haven’t gotten started yet.” A fact his cock was insistently reminding him of.

  “That’s a little frightening.”

  “Then, fair Elissa, you should be terrified.” He left her long enough to wash his hands and grab her a bottle of water.

  Since she was still a little shaky, he uncapped it for her before asking, “How much of a break do you need?”

  After taking a sip, she offered the water back to him. “What do you have in mind, Sir?”

  Pride in her surged through him. A sub who could keep up with his pace was priceless. “There’s the small detail of your failure to keep your gaze on us while I was being generous enough to give you an orgasm.”

  Her breaths were shallow. “But wait.” She glanced up at him, with hunger in her expression. “I can explain.”

  “Unnecessary.”

  “I’m throwing myself on your mercy, and your understanding nature.”

  He scoffed.

  She blinked several times in quick succession.

  “Did you just bat your eyelashes at me, submissive? Trying to manipulate me into going easier on you?”

  “Me?” She pressed a hand to her heart in mock surprise. “I’d never do such a thing. Perhaps Sir is mistaken.”

  “Mmm. Not convinced, Elissa.”

  She shivered, more from anticipation than fear, he surmised. “Let’s attach you to the bench in a more conventional way, shall we?”

  He relished the sight of her as she straddled the top, then settled in. After she was in place, he grabbed some ties to hold her securely. “What’s the appropriate punishment?”

  “Forced orgasms, Sir.”

  Jacob laughed. Her response had been too quick, as if she’d prepared in advance. “Try again.”

  “Uhm…” She moved around until she could see him. “A spanking?”

  “And you’ll watch from beginning to end?”

  “I’ll keep my eyes open this time, Sir.”

  If she became as lost in pleasure as he intended, there would be no way for her to do as she promised. He strode across the room to select a small leather flogger.

  When he returned to the bench, her body was supple with relaxation, despite her bonds. In fact, they seemed to free her. “Gorgeous.”

  “Touch me?”

  As if he could refuse h
er anything. Gently he rubbed her back and shoulders.

  Her breaths became deeper, and she sighed. “Could we do this all night?”

  “We could. Maybe a little oil and candlelight?”

  “Sounds nice. But I’d prefer something a little different.”

  Their gazes met in the mirror, and she gave him a soft, serene smile he would never forget.

  “I can get a massage at any spa. But I’ve never had another experience like this. I’d rather scene with you.”

  With long, slow motions, Jacob moved lower until he reached her buttocks. Then he increased the pressure to warm her up.

  He continued, until even the backs of her thighs were light pink color.

  Only when he was sure she was ready did he pick up the flogger.

  For the first few minutes, she was able to keep her vow. Then as he heightened the intensity, she rested her cheek on the vinyl pad and seemed to fall into a light sleep. “Are you with me, Elissa?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  He was flogging her in earnest now, leaving small welts on her skin. The more intense his strokes, the more approving her feminine little sounds.

  Slowly he eased off, bringing her back to reality.

  “Elissa?” He brushed strands of hair back so he could read her expression.

  “Will you fuck me, Sir?”

  Consumed by desire, he released her from bondage. “Please situate yourself at the end of the bench.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  While she got into position, he undressed and rolled a condom down his cock. One day, in the not-too distant future, they’d be making babies instead of worrying about contraception.

  Her buttocks were still hot from his spanking, making him groan. This woman would be his undoing.

  “I need you in me.”

  Instead of taking her as he wanted, he fingered her clit, just to be sure she was ready. The little bundle of nerves hardened, and she moaned, arching her back as she offered herself to him.

  The scent of her arousal was an aphrodisiac, and his need could no longer be contained.

  Jacob eased his cock into her and began to stroke.

  “This…” She tightened her buttocks as she rocked back and forth. “Yes…”

  “Elissa…” He dug his fingertips into her hipbones and dragged her back, allowing him even deeper inside her.

  “Oh Jacob! Sir!”

  “Press your breasts against the bench, then come for me.”

  He forced himself to hold back while she ground out a screaming climax. Over and over, she called his name. Her sounds and their friction were potent and primal, and he went rigid, gritting his teeth as he orgasmed in a long, hot stream.

  She was breathing heavy, and she didn’t move even as he withdrew.

  “Stay where you are.”

  “Don’t worry, Sir. I don’t think I can stand up on my own.”

  He grinned, her comment making him stupidly happy.

  After throwing away the condom, he crossed back to her, picking up the blanket on the way.

  He wrapped it around her before helping her down.

  When her feet were on the floor, her knees wobbled, so he scooped her up and carried her toward the chair in front of the fireplace.

  “You sweeping me off my feet seems to be a bit of a habit.”

  “Objections?”

  She pressed a hand to his chest. “Not even one.”

  “I kind of like it myself.” He managed to sit while still holding her.

  “So strong.”

  “Flattery, Elissa?”

  “An observation, Sir.”

  Maybe. Regardless, her approval mattered, feeding the hungry wolf inside him. His woman was proud of him.

  She snuggled against him, and he inhaled the subtle scent of her shampoo.

  “When I have fantasies about BDSM, they’re like this.”

  “In what way?”

  “The aftercare. Well, and during care, too. I felt safe, which allowed me to completely let go. You don’t seem impatient to get rid of me and get back to your real life.”

  Maybe he’d be able to make her understand that she was his real life.

  “Honestly I’ve never had a scene like this before. Like you’re genuinely concerned about me enjoying it, and you’re not just going through the motions.”

  He’d likely been guilty of that when he was younger, and he cursed the insensitive bastard he’d been. Now his focus was Elissa, and her enjoyment was paramount.

  “There’s something different about being in a relationship with—” She broke off before sitting up and attempting to escape. “Not that we do. I mean, we’re not, and you’re not—”

  “Stop.” He tightened his arms around her waist, keeping her close, determined to nurture her emotions with the same ferocity that he’d protect her physical body. “We do have a relationship. When this is over, we’ll figure it out. But I’m not prepared for you to walk out of my life without a backward glance.” If necessary, he’d follow her to the ends of the earth.

  “Jacob…” She placed a hand on her throat.

  “How does your ass feel?”

  As he’d hoped, her eyes darkened.

  “Are you trying to distract me?”

  “No more so than you were with me earlier.” He grinned. “Answer my question, subbie.”

  “Fine. I guess.” She wrinkled her nose. “What do you have in mind?”

  His cock stirred.

  “Oh.” She bounced a little, making him even harder.

  With her in his arms, he stood and carried her to his bedroom. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, Elissa.”

  “Let’s get started, Sir.”

  Chapter Eight

  Consciousness teased the edges of her sleep, but Elissa didn’t want to wake up. Instead, she pulled the comforter tighter around her and tried to drift off again. But clattering sounds continued to disturb her. And then there was the scent. Coffee. Even though it wasn’t her preference, there was no denying its enticement.

  Not inclined to give up, she opened her eyes long enough to find a pillow; then she pulled it over her head. As had been a habit since she’d arrived a week ago, she was in Jacob’s bed. Protected in the comfort of his arms, she slept better than she ever had before. And waking up and having leisurely sex in the middle of the night was amazing.

  He didn’t need as much rest as she did, and most mornings he let her stay in bed as long as she wanted.

  Even though she’d protested mightily at being kidnapped, the experience had been amazing.

  Her creative energy had been higher than ever. She’d met the deadline for her client, and she’d started painting the piece Jacob had commissioned. Additionally she’d kept in contact with her parents at the pub. Joseph was still helping out, and they seemed happy, if a little tired.

  Not only that, but her evenings were spent with Jacob, watching television, talking in front of the outdoor fire, or scening. Still, she couldn’t get enough of him.

  Without knocking, he entered the bedroom. “I brought you tea.”

  His bribe was almost enough to tempt her to remove the pillow. Almost. But after the intensity of last night’s sex, she wanted rest more than anything.

  “It’s your favorite.”

  “Hmm.”

  “Earl Matcha, or somebody like that. Not sure who he is.”

  He was impossible, and every day he came up with innovative names for her drink. With a laugh, she tossed aside the pillow, then sat up and aimed it at him.

  He ducked, avoiding contact, all without rattling the cup. “Stop with the missiles! I know the difference, honest. You drink Earl Grey in the morning because of the caffeine. Matcha is what you prefer in the afternoon. And it gets made in a whole different way. It’s a lot more complicated and makes a green mess all over the counter.”

  For a moment, she lost her voice. Like that first morning, he was wearing nothing but shorts, and her reaction was visceral. Every time she saw him, he wa
s even more breathtaking.

  Already, they were building a history together, layers of memory, making him more complex. In addition to his stunning looks, he was infinitely gentle and patient with her. He cared for her during and after a scene and always, always made certain her needs were met.

  How was she going to manage when this crisis was over and she was back at home, alone, and he was no longer part of her life? Though he’d reserved the right to talk about a future, one was impossible. His life was here, and hers was with her parents in Denver.

  Trying to restore her equilibrium, she pretended everything was okay by saying the first thing that popped into her mind. “So what do I have to do to earn it?”

  He looked at the drink, then back at her. “Well, considering it’s the Earl with a splash of whole milk, I’d say the bar is pretty high.”

  “I have an idea.”

  “Do you, indeed?”

  “Why don’t you put the cup down, Sir?”

  “As I’ve said before…anything for the lady.” He placed it on the nightstand.

  “Grab a condom while you’re there.” She’d never been the initiator before, and judging by the way he angled his head to one side, he liked her boldness. “Then bring your beautiful cock back to bed.”

  He grinned.

  But not for long. Once he was lying on the bed, she stroked and licked him to hardness, sucking his length down her throat.

  Digging his hands into her hair, he moaned. “Jesus, Elissa.”

  He began to pump harder. When she realized he was getting close to coming, she stopped what she was doing.

  “You’re a fucking goddess at that.”

  She couldn’t help her triumphant grin.

  “I had no idea you had that skill.”

  She didn’t either. Until him, she had no interest in even trying. And she’d had no idea how thrilling it was to turn him on like that.

  Somehow, even with her hand trembling, she managed to unwrap the condom, then sheathed him in it.

  While he watched, she slid a finger inside herself, then pulled it out to show him how much he aroused her. “You do this to me, Jacob.”

  “That’s enough.” He captured her hand to lick the glistening drop from her, then dragged her on top of him.

  She leaned forward to brush a kiss against his mouth. His jaw was tight, showing his restraint.